Bocha

Pepe Trelles

Let's go, old Bocha, so beloved,
I had promised you
and here I am, how are you doing?

I know you are dressed in silence,
but the soul of a friend
can be heard loud and clear.

How many new things you must know,
the mysteries you have entered to see:
it must be beautiful, seriously,
to suspect eternity,
without body and without age.

Bocha, you who used to tell me so much
that everything ends when you die,
you will think differently now.

You see?, you have to have philosophy,
if the pain of each day
insists that you are not here.

My eyes wonder
why they don't see you anymore,
and I feel them fill with tears;
not me, why cry?

Not me, because I tell myself,
I don't know if it's right or wrong,
that as long as I am alive,
you will live with me.

And what can you do!
It's tough but it's true:
I have also died a little,
come on, Bocha, don't give up.

Always, at the café I order two drinks,
and when I drink yours, Bocha,
you speak through my mouth.

And, once again, you talk to me about fantasies,
about the girls, about the money
that you no longer need.

Because now you are a sage and I
feel God through your being, and yesterday
someone said I'm crazy,
that I talk to myself, and I looked at them
with what pity!

I know we have to stop fooling around,
that living in nostalgia
is not possible, why?

Let's go, old Bocha, because in life
there is never a final game
when the bond tightens.

My eyes wonder
why they don't see you anymore,
and I feel them fill with tears;
not me, why cry?

Not me, because I tell myself,
I don't know if it's right or wrong,
that as long as I am alive,
you will live with me.

And what can you do!,
it's tough, but it's true:
I have also died a little,
come on, Bocha, don't give up.